Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-04-23

out of sight, and talked.
Muriel calcely heard them, unit
one mentioned a familiar name
then she listened intently.
yes one Of them had remarked
'she was married yesterday to th'
banker from Chicago
Il expected it long ago. sagell
observed lady number two. BY
the way, did yon ever hear of tht
affair between her and Egber
Owen?'
NO, indeed; what about lt9'
.She was engaged to him. sale
the other. 1T was some years ago
before he went 10 California. HI
Just about worsllipped her, they say
and she pretended to he very devo
ted to him; it is likely she wanted
his money. Well, one day she got
hold of thai trumpedup story about
illsaditysstll sliis family, an !. 4. SHE
broke off the engagement, all in 9
flash.
THE pc u fellow was half crazy
but she would notlisten toOne wore
from him. Size treated him shame
fully, called him an impostor, ant
accused him of deceiving her, an
sent him away hallmaddened. MY
cousin, DR.. Tnorne, SAYS II there
had been a particle Of insanity i'll
his veins, it you'll have shown it
self then. ButstLat is all IL story
The only instance OF insanity in the
family was Il sort of IL cousin by
marriage; but that was enough to
make u rumor, OF course
'And that explains Egbert Owens
melancholy ways,I suppose, 'querled
the other.
Yes; he has never been the same
man since. He went off to Cali
tornia, and only came back last
year. He is so changed, poor iel-
low. Was that the lunch bell!
Dear mt! we shall he iate. anu Tue
two FASTENED up to the hotel.
And Murlel went home, and
thought more than ever OF Eghert
Owen.
Tile summer and the early au-
tumn waned, and the guests, ono
by one, went home from the hote
By the sea-. till only two or three
were left; and Muriel took to walk
ing on the sands and chasing the
surgcs again. She was standing
on the beach, one glorious autumn
day. watching the sea- gulls at thell
play, when IL stel, came to her side
'aluriel Doyle!'
She turned quickly, knowing the
voice. 1t was Egbert Oven. A
smile, that she was quick To see.
came into his face, anil he said:
gently:
You have remembered me, then?
sYes, l have remembered you,
Mr.. Owen.
Am l clangedn he asked.
yes she replied Slowly, looking
into his face, and smiling into his
eyes that would smile back now
Yes, you are happier.'
i am happier, Muriel Doyle he
responded. Then he talked a little
of the sea view and the birds and
then he went away.
But he came again the next day
and the next, and hIuriel learned
that he wtls staying up at the lone
ly hotel.
Every day, now, lie came TO meet
her un the shore aud she walked
with him up and down the long,
even stretch of land; and the hour
when they met came to be tht
brightest of the long, bright tweu-
ty-four to Muriel. She loved Eg-
bert Owen; she did not seek to be
lieve otherwise.
'Muriel,' he said TO her one day
when they sat together BY the sea-
'Muriel, 1 am goingaway next week.
Going awlyH Her cheeks grew
pale, and her hand gra>ped tightly
the bit of stick she was twirling.
yes; will you so with me, Muir
iel?'
The color came back to her check
and she looked into his eyes will
a shy, soft light in the soft depth
of her own, but she did not speak
Listen, MurIel, while | tell you
my story he said.
And he held her little brown
hand in his while lie told her tue
story she had heard before. The
story of his unhappy love for a wo'
man who had been so false to him
and made his life so sad.
She is married now he added.
i presume she will be happy with
her hu, band;. L hope she will, |
have ceased to care for her.
Muriel did not tell him then thai
she had heard the story before.
yes answered Muriel.
Mrs. Doyle, who will not go tt
live in the city, but likes to visit
her daughter there, insists that the
reason she knows Muriel'S husband
is little conceited about his hand
some face, is because the only pict
ure in bis own room is pencil
sketch Of himself.
sAnd the frame cost s30O,if you'll
believe mel she tod Mr.. Doyle.
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